This place has a Fuddruckers.
Now, it’s not like I remember at all. I want to say that I remember Fuddruckers as being the place where you sat down in a booth and placed your order via a telephone hanging in a cradle above the napkin holder. Anybody else remember that? Did I dream that restaurant?
Anyway, the biggest drag is the whole going into a restaurant and asking for a booth (this 3DS ain’t gonna play itself) and being told “Just one? The bar’s open!” Darlin’, please. Just give me the darned booth. This place is not hopping and you don’t have a waiting list of people snarling at each other lest they be stuck with, gasp, a table. I just want to sit quietly in one of your fifteen empty booths by myself. I want a booth and a steak, in that order, and that’s not particularly crazy nor particularly unreasonable.
I mean, jeez. Of all the places to choose to impose some sense of fairness.
Anyway, this weekend I’m going up to New Jersey to see some friends I haven’t seen since they moved away from Colorado and, while I’m there, I’m going to visit a White Castle. White Castles aren’t particularly good, of course, but they’re a special kind of “this reminds me of my childhood” awful.
So… what’s on your docket?